"Ah! Master, faster!"
At a small courtyard on a mountain peak, a handsome young man lay shirtless on a chair, continuously letting out sounds easily misunderstood.
"You brat, keep it down! What you're saying is terribly misleading!"
A stunningly beautiful mature woman in court dress, with an alluring and graceful figure, was sitting right beside the young man.
She possessed a peerless, voluptuous, and sexy figure with full, upright curves and skin as white as snow. Though dressed in a simple court gown, she wore it with the dignified and elegant air of a noble lady.
The woman in court dress charmingly rolled her eyes as her delicate, white-jade hands wandered over the young man's body.
Looking closer, one could see she was actually giving the young man a massage to help him relax.
Shen Qing looked utterly aggrieved. "Master, you're wronging me. Who told me to be afflicted with the Nine Yang Curse? I'll die if I don't get close to women."
"You wouldn't want to see me explode from an accumulation of yang energy, would you?"
As he spoke, Shen Qing's eyes wandered restlessly over the woman's body.
*Slap!*
Amused and exasperated by this excuse, the woman in court dress slapped Shen Qing on the head, but said at the same time, "The Nine Yang Curse in your body can no longer be delayed."
"It seems it's time for you to go down the mountain."
The woman's expression turned serious.
Hearing this, Shen Qing was greatly shocked. "Master, this disciple was wrong! I promise I won't peek at you anymore in the future. Please don't chase me down the mountain."
The woman in court dress replied, "You've been on the mountain for over five years, and as your master, I have nothing left to teach you. If you don't go down the mountain, do you expect to stay here with me forever?"
Shen Qing's eyes lit up, and he immediately declared resolutely, "Master's form is as light and graceful as the wind; not all the women in this world combined could compare to you. This disciple is willing to stay and live in seclusion deep in the mountains with Master forever!"
As he spoke, his gaze couldn't help but linger on the woman's enchanting and voluptuous body.He had grown up in a mountain village and had seen plenty of women in his life, yet even if all of those women were put together, they couldn't compare to a single finger of his master.
Five years ago, his Nine Yang Curse had flared up for the first time. The agony had made him wish he were dead, and it was only thanks to the beautiful woman in palace attire that he had been saved and managed to survive.
Yet over the past few years, the Nine Yang Curse had erupted every single year, growing more severe with each passing year, plunging him into a living hell time and again.
According to the beautiful woman in palace attire, he suffered from the Nine Yang Curse, meaning he would never be able to live without women for the rest of his life. Only the union of yin and yang could ensure his survival in the future.
Shen Qing's words pleased the beautiful woman in palace attire immensely, causing a faint smile to curve against her will at the corner of her lips.
Extending a slender, jade-like finger, she lightly tapped Shen Qing on the forehead and chided him playfully, "You little rascal, completely lacking in respect—you even dare to set your sights on your master!"
"Rest assured, years ago I took in three female disciples, and every single one of them is as gorgeous as a heavenly fairy. This time when you go down the mountain, you should first go seek out your Third Senior Sister!"
"If you have enough ability, even if you win over all three of your senior sisters, I will never stand in your way!"
"But you must not use force!"
With that, the beautiful woman in palace attire handed him an address.
Shen Qing was both surprised and delighted, yet puzzled. "I have been on the mountain for three years, and I've never laid eyes on any senior sisters!"
The beautiful woman in palace attire pursed her lips. "Your three senior sisters possess innate talent far inferior to yours, which is why they went down the mountain long ago. It's only natural that you haven't met them!"
"I have already informed your senior sisters of your condition, and they will take good care of you!"
Shen Qing frowned, feeling somewhat skeptical. Were there really three senior sisters as gorgeous as heavenly fairies? What if they didn't exist? Wouldn't he be getting the short end of the stick?
Seeing that he was about to speak again, the beautiful woman in palace attire put on the stern demeanor of a master.
"Shen Qing, listen to my command!"
"Disciple is here!"
"I order you to descend the mountain immediately. Until you reach the Xiantian realm, you are not permitted to return to the mountain!" the beautiful woman in palace attire said with a solemn expression.Seeing this, Shen Qing gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed.
"Disciple will strictly obey Master's orders!"
The next day!
Shen Qing packed up everything. Looking back every few steps at the beautiful woman's graceful and alluring figure, he finally left the small courtyard in the mountains with lingering reluctance.
From a certain corner, the elegant woman in palace attire watched Shen Qing's departing figure, a sharp glint flashing through her beautiful eyes.
"A true dragon entering the sea, roaming in all directions, is destined to look down upon the world with pride!"
"A-Qing, this deep mountain forest is not your ultimate destination. I hope you will not blame your master for being cruel in the future."
"Afflicted with the Nine Yang Curse, your life is destined to be intertwined with women. After all, I am your master—how could we ever commit acts that defy human morality? Your three senior sister apprentices are the ones best suited for you!"
Her soft murmur trailed off as Shen Qing's figure completely vanished from sight.
……
"Where on earth is Senior Sister's home..."
Pingjiang City
Shen Qing, dressed in tattered clothes, walked along the roadside carrying a huge woven snake-skin sack. His trousers were washed to a faded white, making him look precisely like a country bumpkin who had just arrived in the big city.
Many people around him cast strange glances his way, but Shen Qing ignored them all.
Taking out the address given by his third senior sister, Shen Qing asked for directions along the way. Suddenly, the screech of harsh brakes shattered the air as an out-of-control sports car sped forward, smashed through the guardrail, and plunged into the river.
The surrounding pedestrians were startled. Shen Qing walked over to take a look and saw that no one was emerging from inside.
"The driver must have passed out. If this keeps up, they're going to drown!" someone exclaimed anxiously.
These words made Shen Qing's previously bewildered expression turn grave. Without a second word, he dropped his luggage and leaped into the river.
"Oh!"
"A young man just jumped in to save someone!" Gasps of astonishment rose from the crowd on the bank.
After entering the water, Shen Qing swam nimbly toward the car. Gazing intently through the car window, he saw that the driver was strikingly a pretty girl not yet twenty years old.
She had lost consciousness from the impact and was now on the verge of dying from drowning.
"She's actually a beauty, too!"
With a solemn expression, Shen Qing punched through the car window glass and skillfully rescued the dying girl.
Dragging her all the way to the riverbank, the water soaked through her white shirt, making the scenery beneath the fabric faintly visible.
Though young, the girl was exceptionally well-endowed; her proud curves were enough to crush most women, instantly fixing Shen Qing's gaze upon her.
He quickly retrieved his portable medical kit, which was filled with rows of silver needles.
Shen Qing unbuttoned the girl's clothes, and an expanse of snowy white immediately presented itself before him, almost making it impossible for him to look away.
Having never witnessed such a spectacle before, by the time he snapped out of it, his hands were already touching her.
The tactile sensation in his hands made it impossible to let go.
"Damn it, I'm practically a beast!" Shen Qing cursed himself.
That infuriating Nine Yang Curse left him with almost no resistance against pretty girls.
Silver needle after silver needle flew from his hands, striking the precise acupoints on the girl's body.
True Qi surged through the silver needles, injecting vitality and life back into the dying girl.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned down to administer artificial respiration to the girl on the ground.
He pressed his lips against her slightly chilled mouth, and the soft texture made Shen Qing's heart race.
This was his first time kissing a girl, and the sweet sensation made him yearn to lose himself in it.
The girl soon regained a shred of consciousness. Feeling dizzy and disoriented, she sensed that someone was kissing her.
Acting on a sudden, dazed impulse, the semi-conscious girl parted her lips and extended her tongue.